This is my boggle. What’s yours?


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It has been almost a year since my last post here. I stumbled upon this blog today and fell into nostalgia. There are some good words here and even better memories. So I have decided with Mr. A’s enthusiastic support to restart this little page. I have re-vamped it to focus solely on our true love – cinema. So here we are almost a year later but hardly a year wiser beginning again.

Mr. A’s choice after some deliberation and a great deal of scrolling through the possible candidates was the Demolition Man. He describes it as “Sylvester Stallone going into the future to wreak havoc and kick some ass.” That sounds quite all right with me!

The movie begins with typical Stallone bad-assery (I am aware that is not a word but somehow it seems to describe him perfectly). Our hero catapults into the scene from a helicopter, ready to face down his villain.

The villain named Phoenix is wearing black and white striped pants seemingly indicative of the prison time he is soon to be facing. Stallone complies, facing fire and death but ultimately seeing his man dragged away.

But the victory comes with a price. Stallone’s headstrong rush into the fray cost 20 people their lives. Thus he too is dragged away. The two men are similarly encased in an icy cryo-chamber that sometime  in the near future we decided was a good alternative to  a cement and steel prison.

The opening credits begin to roll set beneath a series of close shots of Stallone crouched and frozen in his cell. The tone is almost awestruck and we glimpse again and again his muscular frame. It is Michelango-esque and goes on much longer than necessary. But who can really blame them? Those are some very impressive muscles.

As Stallone’s naked frame fades away, we met Lenina. She is the spark of youth and joy in this violent film. She is an unabashed geek meets history buff. She has spent a great deal of research and time into studying “the old days.” Her home and office are full of what we consider normal items that this unusual future has turned into contraband.

Lenina is my favorite part of the film. She is un-afraid to wholeheartedly love what she loves. She goes along with the new society to secure her a successful career but still clings to her movie posters and jukeboxes and cuss words. She sneaks in references to her fandom whenever she can and if she doesn’t get them quite right, who can really blame her?

The basic plot of them film is this: Phoenix comes up for his parole hearing and though I don’t know how being frozen in a chamber counts toward good behavior, he doesn’t stick around to find out. He escapes and goes on a rampage that shocks the extremely civilized world. They turn to their only hope: Stallone.

He is also reawakened on a temporary parole and his quite surprised to see what his world has become – a world bullied into civility and obedience where even cuss words are heavily taxed and graffiti instantaneously erased. The police are virtually hall monitors slapping petty criminals on the wrist and everyone else dresses in Catholic priest-style robes and dine on Taco Bell, shocked and afraid of any disruption to their simple lives.

What follows is what is to be expected from Stallone. Chaos and the triumph of victory over evil. What began with fire concludes in ice.

Although this film is not a thinking man’s movie, it is a good one. It leaves several questions unanswered. Who is Stallone’s daughter? (it was original intended for Lenina to be his daughter but they turned her into his love interest without deleting the scenes hinting to her existence. I wish they had left it the way they intended). How bad was this earthquake that it resulted in such a societal shift? Was it’s effect spread to other cities and if so, how did they cope with it? Were their more Cocteau-type leaders spreading their influence? Or was the rest of the world seemingly normal with only San Angeles becoming a cult-like “utopia?” I guess we will have to wait till 2045 to find out.

But if you look over these small plot rifts, it is a good film. Stallone is a quiet, serious badass that is still relate-able as he is facing the annihilation of everything he knew. There are a lot of movie references (including one for Rambo) and clever jokes that elevate this move and make even Mr. A laugh.

There we have it: the review you’ve waited almost a year for. Hopefully my next post will come more promptly until then Be Well!


Good Clean Fun with Dirty Rotten Scoundrels


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Mr A. caught a bug and he graciously shared it with me. We have both been out of commission for the last few days. That gave us little time for our current source of entertainment. By tonight, however, we have conquered the flu and are settled in for a new adventure.

Tonight is a journey into the world of crime with the Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

The debate between which of the fair sexes is the weaker one is debated and settled quite early on actully. With the naive, spoiled, rich female as the loser.

It is a movie about a clever battle of the wits between two charismatic con-men over a beautiful, ripe piece of territory full of wealthy targets. The stage is the classy Beaumont-sur-Mer full of beautifully trimmed lawns and a view of the ocean. The main characters are two opposite men in the same line of work. The first is cultured, winning the hearts of women with tales of a regal birth and a nation dependent on him at war with the communists. The second is down-to-earth, charming his way into women’s wallets with sad stories of dependent grandmothers and fatal illnesses. Both are (to varying degrees) successful.

Their paths inevitably cross and when their attempts to con each other fall short, they must part ways. But how to decide who shall stay and who shall go?

A stumbling Soup Queen trips into the scene and a wager is made. The gamble a whopping $50,000. The ruse to seduce it from her pocketbook. The loser packs up and leaves.

To avoid spoiling a 26-year-old film based on a 51-year-old film, I will refrain from elaborating the ending. You will have to watch this spectacular classic (or check out the Wikipedia page) to find out which man triumphs and boots the other out of that beautiful corner of the world.

It is a charming, humorous film that through the spiderwebs the con-men weave around the un-suspecting woman, shines light on the one thing far more important than trickery….honesty and kindness and generosity. In that case, the weaker sex triumphs.

But, of course, as all wise women do, the Soup Queen has at least one card up her sleeve that quite turns the flow of the film.

Mr A. had very little to say tonight. He is exhausted, the poor soul. This sickness has quite worn him down. That along with the fact that he has been working far too hard. He even dozed throughout his favorite scene.

It is a dramatic scene, at the very beginning of the ruse, when Steven Martin’s character’s commitment is tested quite severely, along with the feelings in his legs (which are not quite as numb as he lets on) as he is struck repeatedly in the knees by the sharp end of a plastic flower by Keaton’s character. In order to prove to his naive target, that he is in-fact a cripple. In this case, Martin does triumph, through a series of carefully concealing facial expressions, he quite dupes the girl into believing his heartbreaking story.

You must be very careful not to be tricked by this clever movie. In fact, only one thing is for certain….that Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is a charming thrill ride to be undertaken by anyone with the brains and the character to see their way through the traps.

Robots Make Excellent Father Figures to Troubled Youths (according to James Cameron)


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“This is a tremendous movie.” Mr. A declares as he punches play on today’s selection.

He sings along to the opening credit’s orchestral theme (There is a pattern beginning to develop…) Terminator 2.

“Look who’s back!” he says, excitedly. As once again naked, Arnold’s Terminator is born to this Earth.
But he has returned with a very different directive. Here to save instead of kill….even if he has to kill in the process..

“Things are not going well for Sarah.” Mr. A comments. And he is very correct. She is treated just as anyone would treat a fore-warner of the coming apocalypse – by locking her in the nut house.

John has grown up into a punk kid with bad hair and considerably too much knowledge about theft and warfare, taught by his own mother to fend off the coming end of the world. Yet another robot has returned from the future to make an attempt on his life – the t1000. An even stronger and more advanced Terminator than before. (Although let’s be honest, there is no one – or nothing – stronger than Arnold.)

But what sets this movie from any other action film is it’s character development. John transitions from a rebellious, conflicted child to a potential, fearless leader. Sarah shifts from a woman driven to madness by fear to one who faces her own fear of the future and does what she must to prevent it from happening. Miles (the poor man gifted with the knowledge to change the world or destroy it) changes from a man driven by his own discoveries to the point of blindness to the people he loves into a man who loves enough to destroy his work and himself to protect them from himself. Even the Terminator overpowers the technology in his own mind to become almost human.

Mr. A is almost silent throughout the film, his eyes riveted to the screen.

“This poor guy all he wanted was to help people and he ended up causing the apocalypse….” He finally says as Miles learns of his mistakes. “but he did take his kids to River Rage or whatever it is called.”

The movie climaxes, in yet another seemingly abandoned factory.

“This is a brutal beating,” Mr. A remarks, as the t1000 begins to eradicate the Terminator. “He’s had enough of Arnold….and this is great music.” The attempt at singing begins again.

Another compelling thing this sequel has that the previous one lacked, is a clash of greatness. Two indestructible beings clashing over the fate of the world. The future fighting over the status of the future years before it can develop.

“Like a true hero, Arnold going for his gun. Like a true piece of shit, the t1000….drives a spear through his chest. The light on his eye dims…he must be dead…” He looks at me with faked terror in his eyes. He winks at me.

Because Arnold cannot be stopped so easily. As Sarah and her son face complete annihilation, like the hero he is, Arnold once again comes to their rescue. Finding the way to shatter the t1000 into a twisted piece of tin foil and then plummet to fiery dissolution.

As appropriate for a movie called Terminator, someone must die. Much like Kyle in the first one, the Terminator himself sacrifices his own life for the well-being of the world. It is a touching moment. A robot who cannot feel for a moment, understands. He gives up everything to save the world that created him and the boy who commanded him.

But don’t worry…he’ll be back.

I Said I’d Be Back…..


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I told Mr. A how many people were following this blog – two new ones joined the short bus on it’s excursion through classic movies yesterday. “We need to watch more movies,” was his response. “To please our fans. Maybe we should watch two tonight…” he says

“What a great theme song,” he sighs, nostalgically as he gears up tonight’s selection…Terminator.

As the film opens, he becomes quite chatty. “This is one of the sad side effects of time travel….the late pickup of our garbage,” he begins, as the poor garbage truck is shaken by the blue lighting that seems to come in hand with traveling through time itself.

Mr. A is getting visibly excited, as the true, muscle-packed star of the show makes his dramatic entrance.

“Schwarzenegger looking like a million dollars although he probably made more for this movie. The perfect man. Hitler’s wet dream. Oh…look at that ass. Those muscles. This is what they paid him for.”

As other characters appear the history lesson from the man who has read more movie trivia than anyone I knew begins. (He actually reads trivia while he is watching a movie.) “There’s Bill Paxton. There’s Thomas Decker who later was famous in X-files. Now watch what happens to these guys who think it’s a good idea to mess with a naked, muscle-packed guy.” (He says this in a horrible Schwarzenegger accent and then insists that I note it down. I suppose he thinks this will entertain “his fans” as he calls all of you.)

“Look! He no sold it…punched him. Took them all out. Now this guy is the smart one peeling those clothes off for the psychotic robot,” he declares, as the Terminator faces his first obstacle to gain his fist victim, a badass pair of clothes.

“Clearly the robots are just going to win…oh wait…who’s this?” Mr. A says, (as Kyle Reese makes his first appearance) acting as he has not seen the movie before, (for entertainment purposes). “A human hero. Look at that…hit by a car and just keeps going. This cop sucks. He gets a nice trench coat for himself. A hero with style. See when you travel through time, you can’t have metal…that’s why come through naked. Don’t question how the robots can do it…they are wrapped in…an organic material.”

“What a great start to the movie. Here’s Sarah Conner….she would later marry James Cameron. Chain up her bad ass motorcycle. Wait….” he turns to meet, curled on the couch next to him with my laptop balanced on my knees for quick note-taking. “…hope it doesn’t get stolen.” He winks at me, a clever reference to the movie we watched last night, entirely based upon a bicycle theft.

“This is classic David and Goliath. This little human with his one sawed-off shotgun against this robot from the future with all the guns he just got.” Mr. A wisely mentions, continuing his poetic narration of the drama unfolding.

“Here’s Paul Winfield. He’s dead,” the history seamlessly continues, as the cops make their first appearance. “The guy on the left Lance Hendrickson was going to play the terminator. They went in a different direction when they got Arnold.”

“wow…everyone going into the bar at once,” as the terminator, the hero and the victim merge to their first chaotic meeting. “They must be thirsty,” he winks at me.

At this point, Mr. A says, “now put in your blog that I say, ‘you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Evidently seeing Reece shot up and taken into police custody and Sarah crying, while the Terminator has escaped, put him in a romantic mood. *I must add to maintain the integrity of this blog that it is not true, merely one man’s opinion*

*On second thought, I should clarify this entire blog is based merely on two peoples’ opnions…*

“He looks pretty rough now.” Mr. A remarks, as the battle in the bar concludes and Arnold is left to tear open his bloody arm, exposing the metal sinews that hold him together. “Oh look now he’s fine….” (as he looks up into the mirror. His entire face is busted open. The damage focused on his eye.) “Oh maybe not…that eye has problems but it’ll be okay, after he pulls it out that is. Now that’s a good fake Arnold head. Oh well, he just puts on some shades. Now he’s even more badass.”

The scene moves on, showing poor Reese trying to hold up his unlikely defense against the police’s questioning. “They never listen to the crazy.” Mr. A laughs as he here’s me typing. “I’ve done it again! Another quote. They never listen to the crazies.”

“Here’s the famous line….”(again in a very bad Schwarzenegger impression) “‘I’LL BE BACK.'” And he holds true on his promise. He does in fact return with deadly consequences.

“Now all these’s cops who thought Reece was an asshole get to see what the terminator is all about. Look at this just mowing everybody down. He’s dead. He’s dead. Kick that door down. Now he kills the power so only he can see…he’s just a genius battle machine,” Mr. A says with a hint of admiration.

“Reese is quite a badass….pushing that car off the road. Kicking everybody’s ass.” Mr. A respects both sides of this fatal pair of warriors.

Sadly, despite his toughness, Kyle is suffering from a gunshot wound. He and Sarah share a touching moment beneath a bridge, as she binds his injuries. It is the first step towards the stronger, braver Sarah she is becoming.

Mr. A is visibly moved, “If I got shot would you try to fix me? Would you dig a bullet out of my arm? Would you suck poison out of my wound if a snake bit me.” He keeps upping the stakes, a lighthearted test to see how far I would go to snatch him from death.

I tell him that I will try but I strongly doubt that I would do as good of a job as she does. He seems to think that is good enough. He goes back to watching the movie in silence.

“Oh….look how sad the future is…That guy’s trying to catch a rat so he can eat it. At least, poor Kyle has the photo to give him comfort. At least for the moment…”

“How can you love someone you’ve only seen in a photo?” I ask, rhetorically.

“Destiny.” Mr. A states, matter-of-factly. Mr. A is more than a movie-connoisseur, a charismatic entertainer and a badass admirer. He is also a firm believer in love. I am lucky to be the main recipient of that and a fellow believer.

“Awwwwwww,” he murmurs as they first kiss.

After our heroic couple savors their brief respite between attacks, the action begins again with the most spectacular fight so far. One that concludes in a mind-blowing explosion.

“Kyle did it! He killed the terminator finally!” Mr. A declares (prematurely) “Oh dear….he’s still moving.” he stumbles. “Oh, now he’s dead. Ohhh….” as he starts to rise again.

(In case, this blog post has not made this painfully clear, Mr. A enjoys describing what is obviously happening on the screen and feigning surprise despite having previously seen it. Usually considered an annoying trait, Mr. A does it in such a charming way it never fails to amuse. And it is fascinating enough to have a whole blog dedicated to it.)

Sadly, he is incorrect. The Terminator is far from finished with his murderous rampage. He sheds only his outward human cloak to reveal his true metallic body. The movie takes a dark turn.

“Kyle Reese…” Mr. A says sadly. “…the true hero. Fought the good fight. Never gave up. Paid the final price with his life. Oh no! A legless body. This Terminator just never gives up.”

Finally the monster does give up, after his entire body is fractured into a thousand tiny shards by Sarah’s act of courage. She has reached her heroic peak that has been building through the last few confrontations. She has become the legend she doesn’t believe she could ever be.

She drives off into the sunset alone…or not so alone….a child…a hero of the future is growing within her. She is recording her diary for her son to one day listen to, like a family’s history read out loud.

A child at a gas stop where she stops snaps a familiar photo.

“There’s the picture. He always wondered what he was thinking of when she took the picture. She was thinking about how much she loved him. How beautiful.” Mr. A looks at me thoughtfully.

The entire movie is basically one long action scene. The only dialogue is merely added to the film to serve as a bridge between one fight/chase to the next. But it is delivered with such suspenseful music and unspoken emotion that makes it far more effective. It is a fast-paced, bloody movie with characters so strong and moving that it draws you in and touches your soul.

“Huh? What did you think? It’s pretty legit.” I agree, already pondering the words to put down here (obviously I thought up a few too many but you will just have to suffer through them.)

“Terminator 2 is even better in my opinion.” Mr. A remarks then trails off into singing to the closing credit song (which has no words)

Perhaps soon we will return to discuss this film that is actually better than the Terminator which I find hard to believe.

The Review I Wrote from the Basement of the Alamo


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“Are you writing a review about this? You should.” Mr. A asked as I grab my laptop. He has just fired up tonight’s selection – Peewee’s Big Adventure. He is right, I should and I do….well I guess you’ve noticed that.

We watch in silence for a few minutes. I expected a quirky, juvenile movie but it panned out to be even more quirky than I expected. However I must say I do envy Peewee’s kitchen equipment. I imagine I would laugh almost as often and almost as comically as Peewee if I had such satisfactory breakfast arrangements and such delightful fire trucks.

Mr. A suddenly stops the movie, “We’re seven minutes in. The next 83-minutes are exactly the same. A guy running around laughing weirdly and going around the world on an adventure. So if you don’t want to watch this, you can get out now.”

I tell him I think I can manage.

He starts it again. The chipper music filling our small apartment, as Peewee continues his morning rituals.

“The guy behind Peewee….Paul Robbin is a genius,” Mr. A says with faint admiration. He stops the movie again. “A goofy genius. He used to do this at gigs. A comic act for kids. He met Phil Hartman…a genius. Phil Hartman was Captain Carl a sailor. Lawrence Fishbourne joined up and did this character – Cowboy Curtis. He had Jombie the Genie. A mailbox…..” Mr. A trails off, lost in nostalgia. “Paul later cut Phil Harmon off. When it was time to make the real money, to make the movie, he cut all ties with Phil. Phil said he understood, but his feelings were still hurt.”

Finishing up this mixed history, Mr. A restarts the feature film.

The real star of the film is unveiled with all the pomp it deserves. “Look at this bad-ass bike. Look at Pee-wee looking at his bike….that’s love….” says the man I love.

“You’ll hear me a lot saying ‘this part is funny’ cause the whole movie is funny but I’m still going to say it,” Mr. A declares, after repeating it several times. He is in a chatty mood tonight. Which is very good for me and this blog. Any time you get to read more of what he says, and less of what I write, the better!

My favorite dialogue was born in the middle of the scene when Peewee is faced with a bar of rage-filled bikers who have turned their murderous wrath on him, until he manages to literally dance his way out of harm’s way.

“What do you even say about this…” Mr. A remarks, determined to say something regardless. “See Peewee has the charisma of 10,000 men that’s how he gets to live. And he gets a jacket and a bike. And look he’s going to be just fine driving away on his bike…oh wait, maybe not….” as poor Peewee catapults directly into the bar’s sign. “but he does get a biker escort.”

“Oh look he’s dead…movie’s over….” Mr. A says. It is rather a dark turn for a such a comic movie. “Or maybe not!”

Mr. A is clearly enjoying the film. He laughs regularly. I enjoy watching him enjoying watching the movie playing out before us.

Perhaps the noblest scene is the one in which Peewee risks his life but even more frightening, the chance of losing his bike again, by rushing into a flaming pet store to save a desperate looking puppy and his comrades.

“This is what a hero does,” Mr. A intones with great respect. “He could’ve just kept riding his bike but instead he helps these animals…..oooohhh, not the snakes. Leave them to burn.” Peewee is of the same mindset however at the last minute, he does something more heroic than even Mr. A….despite the fear causing him to faint, he succeeds in saving the lives of two handfuls of snakes. Whether that is a benefit for the world or not, remains to be seen.

Peewee’s Big Adventure can be summed up in a few short phrases……At first it seems like a movie about a guy but then it turns into a movie about a guy who’s lost his bike and then it turns into a movie about a guy who’s lost his bike and then finds it and makes a movie about it. Simple.

“This is a pretty accurate depiction of events…this is exactly what happens.” Mr. A points out as the film shows the film about the film.

Peewee’s Big Adventure surprised me. It was a movie made from a children’s TV series but it is pulled off with sheer genius. Quirkiness and good jokes carry the unlikely plot into an enjoyable adventure. The many interchanging characters are each fascinatingly complex.

If the world could be only a fraction of how cheerful and optimistic and determined as Peewee is, it would be a much better place. I would settle for just a chance to take a spin on the bike.

I must conclude now because Mr. A is impatient to read it and has asked if I was finished several times. He claims he is only eager to read his own brilliance. And brilliant he is indeed.

If At First You Succeed, Don’t Try Again!


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Tonight felt a bit like deja vu. Based on the lovely Lisa’s suggestion, we watched Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. It was a nice, funny movie…although it’s plot seems vaguely familiar. It is exactly the same movie as it’s prequel, except with the added incredulity that – wait…this has happened before. And that makes an faintly unlikely plot yet more unlikely.

Tim Curry absolutely makes this movie for me, as the hotel concierge. He is a marvelous mix of courtesy and suspicions. His sarcastic grin as he feigns severe politeness to his guests is a work of art. I wish I could watch a movie just of him being a coincerage….or a butler….that would be epic. Oh, that’s right he is the butler in Clue and it is a masterpiece.

Mr. A is on his game tonight, full of laughter and sage witticisms.

“This whole movie could not have happened today because they would’ve just called on their cell phones.” He turns from the movie to give me a raised eyebrow. I cannot deny this fact.

“There’s an un-ending supply of sad Christmas songs for this movie. I’m a tenderhearted boy.” He does look melancholy. I didn’t find it overly depressing, he calls me heartless for it.

“Midnight,” he intones as the excitement ramps up to the climax. “the witching hour. TIME TO THROW PAINT CANS IN PEOPLE’S FACES!” Although I hardly think it is the regular occurrence as he implies, it very well does happen at least this one time in New York.

It was enjoyable night. Perhaps my favorite thing about this movie was that it was suggested by someone who is actually reading my writing. So thank you Lisa. I wish you a very happy holiday season.

And Merry Christmas to everyone out there. I hope you get on the right plane to see the right families this year and I hope you have the opportunity to surround yourself with all the people you love. I know I am.

Remember the True Meaning of Christmas….and Your Son When You Go On Vacation


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Christmas is just around the corner. Mr. A couldn’t bear the anticipation and cracked into a few of his gifts. Even as they disappear from beneath the tree, I already dread the holiday’s passing. The glitter and magic of Christmas fading into the dullness of winter and the shambles of clearance decor. The music disappears. The tree is disassembled. Ornaments tucked away to wait another long year. When the magic returns.

But that is still a few short days away. So we settled in for yet another Christmas movie. A classic I hadn’t yet seen. Home Alone.

I never quite understood why it was a classic. A movie about a kid being left alone at Christmas time and battling perils including a band of uncoordinated robbers. Hardly a riveting topic.

But I kept an open mind and was proven entirely wrong. Although this movie is a simple one of a child overcoming the odds and taking on some hardened criminals with comic ease, it is also more. It is entertaining with subtle, easy humor and the fascination of watching an 8-year-old become an adult as circumstances demand while maintaining the wonder of his youth and his belief in Santa Clause.

I know one thing, 8-year-old me, suddenly waking to realize her entire family has disappeared to another country…..well, she probably would have cried. Then hid in the house, scavenging junk food for meals and wearing the same clothes until they were ripe. I do know that when I was around that age, I came home to find thieves in my house, I ran across the street and left my dad to handle them.

That is far from what Kevin did when left alone. Somehow this inept boy, when faced with perhaps perpetual abandonment, did laundry, went grocery shopping, went to church, made dinner, and took several showers, while saving the evening to handle assailants. I barely do all that in a week. And I am almost three times his age. I feel a bit threatened and by more than just swinging paint cans and steps covered in tar.

Mr. A laughed the hardest at the poor kid when the bottom fell out of his groceries and left him standing on the sidewalk with the paper handles of his sacks. Perhaps that was the moment that even Kevin faltered in his previous prowess at domestic chores. And those of us less competent felt a bit of pay back.

But even Mr. A was touched by the most poignant part of the film – the neighbor and his heartbreaking story. Therein is the beauty of the film. The subtle side story of a man painted as a mass murderer by the nearby children, who is in truth only a frail, lonely man. His story is one of regret and forgiveness.

In his story, comes Kevin’s most sage advice and a valuable lesson for us all. To not let fear hold us back. To not sit alone and stew over mistakes but rather to face them. Even the horrible consequences cannot be as bad as not knowing.

Mr. A’s sole contribution to the evening’s entertainment was “IT’s GOING DOWN….” as the climatic hour of 9 o’clock strikes. It was true so I will give him that.

We still have a few Christmas movies to watch before the inevitable holiday arrives so I will probably return very soon. In the meantime, enjoy Christmas while you can! Before it slips away and keep up with your household chores or 8-year-old Kevin will show you up.

“It’s a Post, You Lucky Dog!”


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Mr. A. opened the link to this blog today and we realized how appalling long it has been since I updated this blog. He skimmed through my past stories, laughing at his own comments so articulately typed and sent out into the interwebs. His laugh is something I am always in pursuit of so he inspired me to type out a new one. Luckily we watched a movie tonight that provided me plenty of material.

Christmas time is approaching quickly. The tree is decked with stars and blinking lights. A wreath hangs welcomingly at our door. Sparkling wrapped presents are stowed beneath the tree and spread across the floor. The first dancing cascades of snow are draped across the world today.

With the approaching holiday comes the inevitable Christmas movies. Today we curled up on the couch and dove into Mr. A’s favorite holiday movie – Scrooged.

It is the typical Christmas Story by Dickens. A selfish, money-obsessed CEO swept into a more postive outlook on life on the coattails of three ghosts. Past. Present. And Future. Concluded with (SPOILERS) a rising sing-along spreading through different segements of the city, uniting them with sheer joy of the holiday and one heart’s transformation.

What sets this movie apart from the Christmassy trend of over-glitzed, sickeningly heartwarming films of it’s genre, is the sheer genius of Bill Murray. He turns a simple, selfish Scrooge into a satirical, wisecracking larger-than-life man.

Francis is a man obsessed with TV and his own career, who wins Humanitarian awards no matter how many little old ladies he must kill in the process. Throughout his adventure into his own life, he seems aware of how the ghosts were attempting to change his perspective and retained sarcastic skeptism. Yet the ghosts’ persistance and the darkness of his journey bring about a miracle…just in time for Christmas. This of course brought on the aforementioned live televised (at the point of a shotgun) heartwarming song.

The best scene in the movie is definitely Bill Murray’s character, Francis, sorting through his Christmas list with his secretary. Choosing between a VHS and a bath towel to send to everyone he knows. Murray is dashingly heartless, demonstrating only pure distain. It was only slightly tainted by Mr. A’s frequent quoting of the entire scene. But his laughter throughout made up for it.

Another retelling of one of my least favorite Christmas stories, yet spun into a work of sheer genius.

Mr. A resisted my attempts to coax a quote out of him, hence why this post is full of more of my nonesensical ramblings than his humerous ancedotes. He can be a bit of a Scrooge sometimes but I’m sure this holiday spirit will loosen him up in time for the next post.

I Like My Coffee with Cocaine


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Comedy. Classic. Adventure. Comedy. Action. Adventure. Pandemonium. Comedy. Ultra-violence……Great Soundtrack.

That’s how Mr. A describes today’s selection. Beverly Hill’s Cop.

About three minutes in, in the center of a fiery car chase, Mr. A wise intones, “This is the pandemonium I was referring to.”

I think my previous comments about his silence offended him. He is not a silent man.

Mr A is running commentary “This is the money shot!” “This is the best scene.” “Look at it…machine guns spraying everywhere.”

During the credits, there may have been dancing. And impressions.

I don’t know if he’s trying to entertain me or himself but we both seem entertained.

A few things to note:

  • “hey” is the best response to being thrown out of a window
  • The anti-banana disguise should be a requirement for on-duty police officers. Bananas and car problems are very dangerous.
  • Always use your partner as a ladder to climb onto balconies. It produces the best result…if the desired result is getting leaves in your hair and shot at

Beverly Hills Cop was a refreshing comedy that I greatly enjoyed. It is funny and thrilling. But I do advise you to find a movie-watching partner who laughs regularly and adds smart comments. Someone who can help you come up with the titles for your blog posts and kiss your cheek between scenes.

I’m lucky I have one….Mr. A.

The Usual Review for an Unusual Film


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Mr. A feels like he is being turned into a character through the ramblings of this page. So I just want to make one thing very clear. Mr. A is a character. Of the most unusual kind.

His choice for tonight, after much deliberation, is the Usual Suspects. Unlike his usual witty, perpetual banter, Mr. A has nothing to say. “This movie is good and serious. I can’t think of anything humorous to say.”

I told him I’d tell the person picking the movies to do a better job of picking ones that would inspire blog-worthy commentary. He stuck his tongue out at me. So ungentlemanly.

“These guys are killing everybody.” Mr. A aptly comments. They are and they do.

Fenster was my favorite character (for a short while at least). Del Toro thought his character was boring so he started talking in a jibberish way. He annoyed everyone on set but he brilliantly stole the show.

I realized the plot twist and the final startling reveal fairly quickly but it was delivered in such cinematic brilliance that it was just as poignant.

“‘Sometimes the narrator lies.’ Mr. A. mused to no one in particular.” Mr. A is getting a bit full of himself….well staying full of himself.